bitchcraft//fillie

Chapter Five

Finn wondered why Millie never came back to the classroom, especially since she'd left all of her stuff in there, and he really wondered why everyone in detention immediately got sent home once Mr. Grazer returned and a couple of police officers came into room seven to inform the students of the confidential news. Unfortunately, they couldn't tell them why they had to leave abruptly since it was against the law, at least up until Jacob's parents were aware and the body was off of the property.

The image of Mr. Grazer's face from when he returned replayed in Finn's head several times after he'd gotten a ride home from his dad, who solely thought that Finn had after-school homework help instead of detention.

The guy looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"What's wrong, bud? You've been acting weird ever since you've gotten home. Did something happen?" Finn's dad suddenly noticed how quiet his son was from his black leather recliner, solving a cross-word puzzle from a thin booklet hung over his legs, as Finn glanced up from staring at the screen of his Facebook messenger conversation with Josh.

"I'm fine. Just tired." Finn retorted without much of an emotion displayed in his tone of voice, excusing his quietness, as he glanced back down to the screen of his Mac laptop that rested on his thighs, stretching and arching his long, pale fingers to type another message.

Finn: Dude, it's boring as hell here, and I'll say it twenty more times. Everyone at school already has friends so I just sit there the entire time...

Josh: Hang in there, man. I know it sucks for the first couple of months, but you'll adjust eventually. Plus, you always have me to talk to :)

Finn: I know, it's just annoying. I don't need friends, but ones who I could go hangout with on the weekends would be nice. The only person I ever talk to is dad lol

"You sure? You're awful quiet..." His dad restarted the conversation with a hint of concern, as Finn released a soft groan, closing the lid to his MacBook before he stood up off of the couch while shaking his head, tucking the laptop underneath his arm against his side, the black curls moving along with his movements. "I'm tired, dad. I'm just tired." Finn began to feel annoyed all of a sudden, as he ambled out of the living room and into his own bedroom, in which all of his things were put away, by closing the door with the back of his bare foot.

He hated the fact that he was bummed about not having someone to talk to.

Finn has never cared about being a loner at times, so why now? Maybe, it was because he'd never felt physically alone before, not until he was thousands of miles away from where he grew up, from where he'd built friendships with limited people at his old school. Maybe, it is was because of nothing at all. He didn't know why he felt so crappy out of nowhere.

With a defeated sigh, he set his computer down on his desk before he carelessly plopped down onto the made bed against his stomach. His eyelids closed slowly, as he deeply inhaled the scent of his freshly washed sheets and blue comforter, finding a slight sense of relaxation. A sense that he's not felt since he's arrived in Massachusetts.

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"I-I'm a witch?" Millie reiterated what her aunt had just told her, and then some, with the greatest amount of shock, her pink lips gaping open with confusion, as Myrtle rested a caring hand on her shoulder, understanding that such news was a lot to take in all of a sudden, even after the events Millie created without intention, such as killing someone. "Yes, without a doubt, you're a witch. I learned all about our generation of them growing up. Look...Millie....I never told you about your great-great-grandmother or your great-great-great aunt because-well, I didn't think that you inherited it. They both had the ability to do what you can do at such a young age and...well, I thought if there was even a chance of you having powers, you would've exuded the signs a lot earlier in life. Not at seventeen-years-old." Myrtle almost laughed because of the slim possibility, still just as surprised, as Millie struggled to swallow the chunk of shock her aunt just told her.

She was a witch?

She almost couldn't believe it.

But she had to...or else, how could she have done what she did? There was no other explanation.

It just made the most sense. Nothing else could've allowed her to kill someone in cold blood.

"..Did mom know about it? About great-great-grandma Ruth and great-great-great aunt Shirley? I mean...how come nobody ever told me?" Millie asked, blinking away her damp eyelashes, still beyond confused, the most she's ever felt in her life.

"Of course, she did. But Millie...you were too young to understand about all of that when your mom was still around. And the only reason I never told you is...well, I don't really know why I never told you. I just didn't want to, I guess. It doesn't make a lot of sense, I know...this is a lot to take in." Myrtle carefully caressed her explanation in a soothing voice, as Millie sniffled loudly, wiping the tears stained onto her rosy cheeks away with the back of her hand, slightly shaking her head.

"I-I just don't understand any of this. I mean...I do, because how else could I have hurt him? But at the same time, I don't get it." Millie ranted, developing another wave of tears, as Myrtle pursued her lips in sympathy, bringing her niece into a side hug.

She understood how hard this was for Millie to learn. She'd lived a normal life with no capabilities, but suddenly she had them? It was unheard of in the generation of witches in the Brown family. Everyone who had these supernatural powers developed them from practically birth.

"I know, sweetheart...it's a lot to understand, I know, I know. And so suddenly," Myrtle's long brown hair met Millie's steaming tears, as she held her closely while softly whispering into her ear.

After a couple of moments of Millie releasing her emotions and receiving relentless care from her aunt, she paused her tears and confusion to attempt to get some answers to the thousands of questions racing through her mind.

"What does this mean now? I mean...if I have...powers, how am I supposed to control them? I obviously don't know how to." Millie questioned, almost unable to physically say the word because it still didn't make a lot of sense to her, as Myrtle exhaled a quiet sigh.

She wasn't sure exactly what to do to help Millie. Myrtle wasn't a witch herself, and she only knew the basics like the seven wonders and the minor process of how witchcraft works, not the whole thing. She'd only heard about the tales from her mother who passed down the stories to her two daughters.

"I couldn't tell you if my life depended on it, Mills, I never learned about the extent of how the powers...but there is that school. A school that your aunt Shirley went to. God, what's that place called?" Myrtle spoke angrily to herself due to her lack of memory, as she squinted her eyes and clenched her toes, struggling to remember.

She couldn't help her niece herself, but she knew of a place that could help.

A place called Ryder's Academy for Exceptional Young Women that she would find an exclusive catalog for up in an old, dusty box of photographs that her mother owned up in the attic later that night.

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yoooooo, long time no write !! this is so short and shitty aoenkskekskekeke im sorry, the next chapter will be way longer and more informative.

trying hard to get back into updating everyday, and im sorry that if you've enjoyed this story and have been angry with me hahaha.

shit starts to get into gear soon!

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-m